My Boyfriend Likes to Expose Me Ch. 26

He got his phone out, started the app and stuck it in front of my face.

As I looked at it I saw lots of swirling coloured lights and shapes. They were sort of addictive as you stared at them. After a while this very sexy, deep, male voice started telling me that I should relax and that I was sleepy and to just blank my mind. It went on and on saying the same thing and telling me that I was going into a deep sleep.

It was relaxing, but there was no way that I was getting hypnotised by it. As I started at the little screen I decided that I'd play along with it and see what Ryan did.

After a good 5 minutes the voice told me that I would obey the next voice that I heard and keep doing so until I heard the word 'Constantinople'. After that I would wake-up and not remember anything from the time that the app started.

"Okay." I thought, let's see where this goes.

I continued to stare at the screen, motionless then Ryan said,

"Hello Tanya, can you touch your head please?"

Keeping a straight face, I lifted my right hand and put it on my head.

"Very good Tanya, now I want you to put your right hand on your pussy and rub your clit until you cum."

I did, just staring ahead as if I was waiting for the next command and rubbing my clit.

After I'd cum Ryan said the word 'Constantinople' and I turned and looked at him and after a couple of seconds I said,

"See, I told you that it wouldn't work."

Ryan just smiled.

I thought that that was the end of the hypnotism idea but a few weeks later we were invited to a house-warming party at Tim's (my boss) house. There were about 6 or 7 work colleagues there and some of them had their partners with them. The subject of hypnotism came up and Ryan was suddenly full of enthusiasm about the app that was still on his phone, and the 'fact' that he had proof that it worked.

He went on and on about how good the app was and before I knew it he said that he'd demonstrate it on me, saying that it had worked on me before.

I was left with a dilemma; did I confess that it had never actually worked and that I was just playing along to please Ryan, or did I let him try to hypnotise me again.

After a few protests I decided not to make my boyfriend look stupid, and go along with it. With a bit of luck it would work and I'd never know what silly, harmless things that Ryan got me to do. At least that way I wouldn't know if he got me to do anything embarrassing. If it didn't work I would just have to hope that he didn't get me to do anything embarrassing.

Ryan sat me on a dining chair and everyone gathered around. I was only wearing a short dress and I really hoped that no one tried to look up it as I sat there, legs side-by-side, knees together.

The app fired up and Ryan held his phone right in front of my face. As I stared at it I couldn't make up my mind up. Would it work or not; if not would I pretend that it did to avoid making Ryan look stupid.

It didn't work but I didn't want to make Ryan look stupid so I again pretended that it did work.

Ryan got me to do a couple of stupid, harmless things that I went along with. As I did them I decided that I just had to keep pretending regardless.

I regretted that decision later.

The next thing that Ryan said started getting me a bit worried. He said,

"You know, I bet that Tanya would take her dress of if I told her to. What do you think? Shall I tell her to?"

FIH; my boyfriend was going to make me strip naked in front of some of my work colleagues; and my boss. I was just about to throw my arms up and say,

"Fooled you, it didn't work!" when Ryan said,

"Watch this folks; you're going to see what most of you have probably seen before, but this time, all of it at once. Tanya, please stand up and take your dress off."

I did the most stupid thing that I've done for a long time. I stood up, unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. As soon as the dress hit the floor I thought,

"What the fuck am I doing? Why the fuck did I do that? Why didn't I just tell everyone that the hypnotism hadn't work?"

But I love Ryan.

I stood there, naked apart from my heels, in front of about 7 of my work colleagues; and my boss; and their partners.

"Look, she's blushing." One of my work friends (male) said.

"Fucking hell!" I heard another say.

I thought about how many of them had seen me naked before. Three or four had, and Tim, my boss, had seen me naked, on skype from China, and when I'd shown him that position that I had to get into when I walked into a room with men in it, in China. Then I remembered Tim saying that he'd seen my bare pussy up my skirt a few times at work. If he had then probably most of the others had as well. Maybe things weren't quite as bad as they seemed. I was glad that I'd already had a few drinks.

Then I heard a voice say,

"Let's play some party games."

That seemed to go down well and I thought about how the naked me would be affected. I thought about 'twister' and thought that it couldn't be that bad; after all everyone there had already seen me naked.

I started to get a little worried when someone suggested a game of 'tickle torture', and then asked for volunteers. Of course no one did so Ryan volunteered me; which I just knew that he would.

Ryan told me to lie on the floor then a few people got down round me and started tickling me. Now I'm quite ticklish and as soon as someone touched me I started laughing and struggling to get out of their way.

Before I knew it my arms and legs were held down and what seemed like a thousand hands were tickling me all over. The thing was, when whoever decided to hold my legs down did so, they'd spread them to about shoulder width and someone was tickling my pussy; then someone else was as well.

I was in hysterics, and getting a quite turned on.

This went on for about 5 or 6 minutes (I think) then someone decided that I'd had enough.

Another one of the girls there (Grace, who also went to China) got volunteered and she too had to endure what I had. Ryan had told me to sit on a chair (still naked apart from my heels) and I was just staring at the poor girl. She too got tickled on her tits and pussy, but on top of her clothes. Well her tits on top of her thin top, but her skirt had ridden up showing that she too wasn't wearing any knickers so the tickling was on her bare pussy.

That was when things started getting quite bad (or good). In the silence as everyone was thinking about what game to play next, Ryan told everyone that we'd been using a form of hypnotism for a couple of years. When someone asked him what he was on about he told everyone that it wasn't hypnotism like he'd just used on me, but a different type of mind control.

I instantly knew what he was talking about and really hoped that he's stop right there; but he didn't.

Ryan went on to say that over a period of 6 months or so we'd trained my mind to give me an orgasm whenever a certain word was said. Some people were impressed and others just didn't believe him. When someone asked him to prove it he turned to me and said,

"Treadmill."

Of course, I had an orgasm while I was sat there on that chair.

Someone said that I was faking it, and someone else said that I couldn't have been because I was still under the hypnosis.

Then someone else said,

"Treadmill."

Then another; after about my 4th orgasm one of the girls shouted,

"Enough; leave the poor girl alone; she'll be knackered when Ryan wakes her up."

Thankfully everyone listened to her but that left the silence as people tried to think of another game.

After about 30 seconds a Pete (who I work with) suggested a game of 'pass the pussy'. Surprise, surprise, Pete was the only the person who knew what it was. He went on to explain that it was a cross between musical chairs and pass the parcel.

People were still confused so Pete got everything organised.

People were still confused as he got all the chairs from the ground floor and put them in a circle facing out. Then he got volunteers to sit on them. All became clear as Pete asked Ryan to stop and start the music that was playing in the background, and then me to go and sit on the lap of someone on a chair.

He told me to sit with my back to their front, and to sit with my legs open, outside theirs. Then he told me to get up and start walking round the circle and when the music stopped I had to sit on the nearest lap.

As I slowly walked round, Pete told everyone that a naked girl would soon be sitting on their lap, with her legs open; and that everyone had 2 hands.

No one needed any further explanation and as soon as the music stopped and I sat on the nearest lap, one of the man's hands went to my tits and the other went to my pussy.

Ryan had been given a way to let me get groped by whoever he wanted, and he was controlling how long they groped me.

When I sat on Tim's lap Ryan left me there for ages, and when I first sat there Tim whispered,

"Oh Tanya, Tanya, you'll never know for how long I've been wanting to do this. I'm really glad that you won't be able to remember it on Monday."

He also whispered,

"Treadmill."

Tim's right hand was furiously rubbing my clit, his left hand was mauling my left tit and I was cumming. It was a good one and as I've said, it went on for ages.

Sixteen times I had to sit on a lap, some of them women, and every one of them played with my pussy and / or my tits.

I came twice more before my ordeal was over; well that part of it.

Finally it was over and I just hoped that Ryan would tell me to get dressed and say that word. He did tell me to sit down, but only while everyone discussed what the next game was going to be. I just sat there staring straight ahead, still naked.

Ryan had another idea. He asked Tim if he played golf. When he said that he did, Ryan asked him if he had any golf balls at home. With a puzzled look on his face Tim got up and went to find them; and I wished that I hadn't got out of bed that morning.

Ryan told me to get on the floor, lay back and lift my legs straight up. Then he told me to put my legs behind my shoulders.

I hadn't done that for quite a while and I wasn't sure that I could still do it. I twisted my upper torso and pulled first my right leg behind my shoulder then I did the same with my left leg.

My butt and pussy were obscenely displayed to everyone there. Just to make it worse, Tim put the rest of the lights in the room on.

As I lay (?) there waiting for what I just knew was cumming, I wondered how I'd be able to face everyone at work on the Monday.

Tim re-appeared carrying a box with lots of golf balls in it.

"Why don't you do it Tim; unless of course your wife objects?" Ryan said.

"Do what?" Tim asked.

Ryan picked up one of the golf balls and rested it on my upturned pussy.

"Push it in." Ryan said.

Tim looked over to his wife then back to me -- well my pussy.

"Do it!" someone shouted.

Tim slowly pressed on the golf ball until my pussy opened up and sucked the ball in.

"Fucking hell," Tim said, "she just about snatched it out of my hand."

"Push it out Tanya." Ryan said.

With one almighty squeeze the ball shot out and a few inches up into the air.

Tim's hand shot out and caught it just before it came back down onto my pussy.

A few swear words were heard as a few people just didn't believe what they'd just seen.

"Put it in again." Someone said.

Tim put the ball to my hole and gently pushed. My vagina opened up and sucked it in again.

"Another one." I heard someone say.

Tim picked up another ball and my pussy swallowed it up.

"Another one." I heard the same person say.

Tim picked up another ball and my pussy swallowed that one as well.

"Another one." I heard a female voice say.

Tim picked up a fourth ball and did it again. This time my pussy was a bit reluctant and Tim had to push a bit harder. He got it in but as soon as he moved his finger the ball started coming out.

"Push again." The same female voice said.

Tim did and this time he held his finger on the ball inside me. Then Tim started moving his finger round inside me. Tim removed his finger and this time the ball stayed in; well for about 5 seconds then it came shooting out and bounced down onto the carpet.

"Again." A male voice said.

Tim did, this time moving his finger round harder.

That was it for me; I started cumming and as Tim took his finger out of me all 4 balls came shooting out in quick succession.

I could feel the spasms in my pussy as it contracted then relaxed. My body tried to jerk about but in the position I was in the movement was slight. When I calmed down I opened my eyes and saw Grace pressing a golf ball into me. As our eyes met Grace said,

"I want to see this close up before I try it at home; Tim can I borrow some of your balls please?"

I just stared at her as she made all 4 golf balls disappear. She too held her finger in me but I didn't cum again.

I didn't cum when the next 3 people did the same thing. I'm guessing that some of the others wanted to do the same but were either too scared to come forward, or felt sorry for me going through all that; even if they were thinking that I would never remember it.

"Stay like that Tanya." Ryan said after I ejected the last ball.

Everyone was talking and drinking and occasionally looking down at me, still with my legs behind my shoulders. Thankfully it wasn't uncomfortable even when Darrell pulled an ice cube out of his glass and placed it on my pussy.

It slowly melted and dribbled down the crack of my butt then my back.

Then I heard one of the women suggesting that I give all the men a blowjob. Now I like a good blowjob; if it's Ryan on the receiving end, but ALL the men?

Everyone liked that idea but when one of the men suggested that they do it slightly differently I got a lot more worried.

The suggestion was that I lay on my back on the table with my head hanging off the end. All the men could then fuck my mouth, and if the women wanted, they could put their pussies over my face and Ryan would tell me to eat them.

"I've never deep throated a girl before." I heard a man say.

Everyone laughed when someone else said,

"You've deep throated a man then."

"Shouldn't we blindfold her first so that she won't know who she's blowing?" another asked.

"No, don't worry," Ryan replied; "she won't remember any of it."

"Fuck, could I really do this?" I thought. "Did I want to do it? I could just pretend to come out of my trance all on my own but I've never heard of that happening. How could I get out of this without making Ryan look stupid?"

Before I could find the answer Ryan came over to me, un-hooked my legs then lifted me up and took me into the dining room. The table had been cleared and Ryan put me on it with my head just hanging off one end.

My heart was pounding as I laid there in the required position, automatically having spread my legs wide. Meanwhile everyone was discussing who was going first, and what order the rest would go in.

It was all agreed that Tim would go first because he was the boss and it was his house.

"Fuck!" I again thought, "my boss was about to ram his cock down my throat. That was my career going down the tubes."

Then I smiled to myself as I remembered that my throat was a tube.

Two minutes later Tim walked in and as he unzipped his trousers he said,

"It really is a good job that you won't remember this; but I sure as hell will."

His cock loomed over my face, my mouth automatically opened and his bell-end hit my tonsils; then kept going.

Fuck; was his cock long. After his balls hit my eyes he backed off then started thrusting in and out as his hands pulled and tweaked my nipples. Fortunately he gave me chances to breathe and before long he stopped deep inside me, twitched and then shot his load down my throat.

I think that it was 6 more men that came and fucked my mouth; the only girl that came to me was Grace. Instead of putting her pussy over my mouth as my head hung over the end of the table she pulled my legs so that I was squarely on the table. Then she hitched up her skirt, climbed on the table and 69d me.

Grace was so soft and gentle and really knew what she was doing. She's not a lesbian because we often talk about her boyfriends but I now guess that she's bi.

We both made the other cum before she climbed off, straightened herself up and left.

I was glad when the last of the men left me because my mouth and throat were a bit sore. After a few minutes rest, Ryan came and got me. He looked me over, probably to see if I had any cum anywhere on me (I hadn't, it was all in my stomach); straightened my hair the led me back to the others.

Everyone was smiling at me as Ryan picked up my dress and told me to put it on.

Then he asked the others where I'd been sitting when he put me under.

Someone moved and Ryan sat me down with him beside me. Ryan gave me a glass of whisky and told me to drink. Next he took the glass from me, got his phone out then said,

"Constantinople."

I stayed with a blank expression for a few seconds then turned to Ryan and said,

"I told you that it wouldn't work."

There were a few quiet laughs but I ignored them.

No one at work said anything about what had happened and I sure as hell wasn't going to; Ryan still believes that he'd successfully hypnotised me, twice. The only semi reference to it during the rest of the party was me saying,

"Blimey, is that the time, where's it all gone?"

That got a couple of little sniggers but no one said anything.

I was quite quiet for the rest of the evening; that was because I was thinking about the consequences of what Tim had done to me and what some of my other colleagues had done to me. At one point I thought,

"At least I know what half the cocks in the office look like now."

I dreaded going in to work on the Monday; okay, everyone thought that I was being hypnotised when I did all those things but what if someone knew the truth? That would have been just too much for me.

What if people started treating me differently because of what I'd done? What would I do if people started talking to me about the things that I'd done?

I was so worried when I walked into the office, but I was really lucky; the most that anyone said about the party was that it was a good one. I was really glad that no one said that running machine's name.

The only slight reference to the party was that I found a golf ball on my desk after lunch on the Monday. Someone was letting me know that they hadn't forgotten.

By the time it got to the Tuesday night I was looking forward to having the Friday afternoon off and going to the gym.

The Lord Mayor's Parade

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Ryan came home one night and told me that his boss had announced that the company was entering a float in the local mayor's parade through the city. For some weird reason, the company had decided on a theme of television programs. He'd said that he wanted suggestions for the programmes and idea for the displays.

Karen had the idea that if they wanted people to look at the float then they should have Baywatch as one of the programmes. Their boss had liked that and asked Karen and Ryan to come up with some more details.

Later, in bed, Ryan had asked me what I thought of the idea of having 3 or 4 girls in the famous red, one-piece swimsuits. When I said that it sounded good he said that I would be great as one of them; using the illogical argument that I was a good swimmer and had actually saved a couple of people from drowning.

I could see where Ryan was going and resigned myself to having to stand on the back of a lorry wearing a red swimsuit, as it slowly drove through town. At least I wouldn't be alone, and it would be a one-piece swimsuit.